I have been lazy and slow as a sloth today but at least, unlike Maurice, I did get out of bed. That cat got on that towel-covered pillow last night around ten and did not move off of it until after three this afternoon. It's like she's decided that that is her spot, not Jack's, and there you go, boom, done.
Well, sort of.
Here's a funny thing. At least to me and please keep in mind that I am so easily entertained these days- last week I got two cat toys. Little soft stuffed balls with a bell and put them down in the hallway. Both cats have played with them but if you walk into the hall, they stare off into space and pretend they have no interest in the toys at all. I know they do because I can hear them jingle as Maurice and Jack bat them about. Not at the same time, of course. Please. Never. Just as they could never sleep on the bed at the same time.
Here's a much better and more interesting picture.